Deep Throating the Baby Sitter

Flora, went back to work two months after having our daughter Sadie. A ray of light came in my life when she was born. However Flora stopped having sex with me recently. At first I didn’t know why but I found out she was fucking my co-worker. Sadie is actually his daughter but I became attached the moment she was born. I vowed to stay with my wife because Sadie’s dad is a drunk low life. Our life has become complex but I have surrendered to the idea she doesn’t want me anymore.

An argument about responsibility became explosive. She argued with me about taking turns watching Sadie. We both worked during the day and neither of us wanted to switch shifts. I would give anything to just spend the day with Sadie but my wife put us in a huge amount of debt. The only thing keeping my sanity together was church. I took Sadie with me while my wife kept fucking my co-worker. A new bulletin displayed at church, listed free services from members. Upon scanning what was offered, I saw a baby sitter posting. Since it is free, I decided why not? That afternoon I sat up a sort of interview with a girl named Rebecca.

First time with a hooker

*’What am I doing here?’* That was all he was able to think to himself. He was eighteen, young, kind of nerdy. The reason he was walking around downtown was simple. He was a virgin, and he didn’t want to be anymore. He figured he might as well just lose it to a prostitute, not like he was going to convince a girl to go out with him let alone sleep with him.

He looked around, seeing a few women he assumed were prostitutes but them looking very… Old. He knew he had no place to be picky, but he rather his first not be a heroine addict with herpes. He actually didn’t want his first to be a prostitute at all, but there he was. He knew he could probably go online and find someone there, but he didn’t know anything about ordering a prostitute, if ordering was the right word.

So there he was, wandering around the downtown streets. He kept trying to justify it to himself, telling himself that it was what they did hundreds of years ago. They would take their sons to a prostitute, give her ten dollars and tell him to go wild.

Cupping Therapy and Tentacle Marks [bondage, anal play, cupping, body art]

By J.K. Jones

My wife Zara was a little restless last Sunday afternoon. I was sitting back on our bed, propped up and half reading a garbage Tom Clancy novel, and half watching some awful movie on Youtube, when Zara came walking into the bedroom and hopped onto the bed beside me. There was a flashing gleam of mischievousness in her dark brown eyes, and as she pushed aside her long black hair, she smiled, and set down a large black rectangular case, on the bed between us.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

Intensity: A Cautionary Tale [MF]

I can still recall how she looked lying naked on the bed of the sleazy motel room as I stepped out of the bathroom. It was a breathtaking scene and if my cock wasn’t already jutting from my body, hard and eager and anxious for a woman’s touch again, it would have taken that shape in a lightning fast way.
She was facing away from me, waiting. The light and shadows showing off the contours of her shoulders, arms and backside played at an illicit dance of contradictions. Light and dark painting her in an exotic way. She was beautiful, voluptuous and part of her was too self-conscious to know it. If Rubens was standing there, he would have been fetching his easel to paint her form., helpless to do anything else (except to masturbate to her image, gods know part of me wanted to). The contrast of the light and shadows dancing on her back as deep as the contrasts of who she was when I met her and who she seemed to be now.

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My GF shows her wild side [Group]

This is a story from a few years back when my now wife showed me a little of her wild side when we had just started dating. The details are a little fuzzy, but we’ll try to fill them in the best we can.

A friend from college called me up and invited me to a party to celebrate his GF graduating from college. I double checked with AJ if it was cool if I bought Jackie along as we already had dinner plans for the evening. He was cool with it and I let him know we’d be there a little later. This was going to be mostly friends from college and their SOs.

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery.

[M] [F] [mast] [incest] My sister is on Tinder (Part 1)

*Obviously the above is purely fictional and should not be construed as a real story. Also, thanks to A. for being the inspiration for this one*

Dear Reddit, I must turn to you at this difficult junction of my life, because nobody in my life would understand my conundrum. I have nowhere else to turn, and I can only hope you’ll be able to advise me on the right thing to do. I am lost, conflicted, and above all desperately horny.

But let’s start from the beginning.

I grew up in a nice house in rural Colorado, not too far from Fort Collins, but far enough that you could smell the cows alright. No, my family was not destitute, my parents were not abusive. I had all the comforts a child of my situation could hope for. Me and my sister grew up loved, probably even a bit too sheltered, and cherished. When the time came for us to go out in the world and make a name for ourselves, she picked a college education in Portland, and I picked the Air Force.

Daddy [bondage] [submission] [collars]

After school, I waited downstairs by the car like he told me too. A long trench coat kept the rain off my body but kissed my face with tiny drops. Looking back at the door I saw him running to the car to let me in. I sat in the back wondering where he is taking me. The front seat was for good girls only and I had been so bad. He looked in the mirror at me with a stern face while driving . I became shy, putting my head down while fumbling with the straps of my purse. The car came to a stop which made me peer out the rain soaked window. Beautiful lights sparkled like diamonds as I began to assume our whereabouts.

My daddy escorted me from the car then placed a rhinestone collar around my neck. I looked in his eyes with a slight smile as he gave me the good girl collar. Daddy likes to give punishment for bad behavior which is a whole night of nipple pinching and paddling. I knew I had done something bad yet he flashed me a smile then grabbed the leash.

[MF] I finally got to fuck a long time crush.

I have always had a crush on Amanda, the office manager where I work since I met her 3 years ago. Since then I have been in a remote location not going to the main office, but Amanda and I are still in contact several times a week regarding work.

Last week we had a come to Jesus sort of meeting to prepare for our company’s year end and I was so happy to see Amanda. I was surprised when I walked into her office that she got up from her desk and gave me a hug. She looked as beautiful as ever. We spoke briefly until her phone rang and she said we will catch up later.

Over the years, my former girlfriend and I traveled quite a bit and since Amanda was the one that approved my time off request, she would often ask me where I was going. Amanda has always wanted to travel, but with three kids and her husband not wanting to do anything, it was just a dream to her. Knowing that I made sure that every time I went anywhere, I would bring Amanda back a souvenir, just a little trinket like a refrigerator magnet or key chain.

Alumni weekend cuckold [MF] (Long)

This past weekend I attended my colleges alumni weekend. It’s filled with all of these events geared towards the alumni. I had to fly out. I had my friend pick me up from the airport and we immediately went to our old college bar where they were having the first event.

While we are there I’m seeing people I haven’t seen in a while when all of a sudden this girl Tori (changed the name) shows up. Now Tori was the same major as me at our time here and we worked on a couple projects. She was there with her boyfriend Jim (also changed) who also went to school with us but was a much different major. Tori was a blonde about 5’1” with a really great body. She was toned and had breasts and an ass you could just grab a handful of.

We see each other and we start talking and reminiscing about old times. We exchange numbers to do stuff over the weekend and go our separate ways at that time. About an hour later, after I’ve left the bar, I get a text asking where I went. I respond with o I just went to another event with my friends. She told me she had something she wanted to ask me but had to do it in person. I told her where I was and where I would be so she can tell me.